The surreality of itall never left me.
They wrote notpropaganda but entertainment, some of it of a mildlyliberal cast, but most of it mindless, or when it was political,as with Preston Sturges or Frank Capra, entirely and exuberantlyun-Marxist.
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Yet this great director, leftundefended by 20th Century Fox executives, his longtime employers,was told that if he refused to name people whom he had known inthe party - actors, directors and writers - he wouldnever be allowed to direct another picture in Hollywood, meaningthe end of his career.
I suppose werapidly passed over anything like a discussion or debate, and intosomething quite different, a hunt not just for subversive people,but for ideas and even a suspect language.
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To take one of these essays, copy it, and to pass
it off as your own is known as plagiarism—academic dishonesty which will
result (in every university I've heard tell of) in suspension or dismissal from
Not to mention abouta year of inanition in my creative life.
Only three or four years earlier an American movie audience,on seeing a newsreel of Stalin saluting the Red Army, wouldhave applauded, for that army had taken the brunt of the Nazionslaught, as most people were aware.
A similar paralysis descended onSalem.
Harry Bridges, the idol ofwest coast longshoremen, whom he had all but single-handedlyorganised, was subjected to trial after trial to drive himback to his native Australia as an unadmitted communist.
Theword socialism was all but taboo.
In today's terms, the country hadbeen delivered into the hands of the radical right, a ministry offree-floating apprehension toward anything that never happens inthe middle of Missouri.
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Some were communists,some were fellow travellers and, inevitably, a certain numberwere unaffiliated liberals refusing to sign one of the dozens ofhumiliating anti-communist pledges being required by terrifiedcollege administrations.
Had I been a movie writer, my career would have ended.
Nobody was shot, to besure, although some were going to jail, where at least one,William Remington, was murdered by an inmate hoping toshorten his sentence by having killed a communist.
But where to find a transcendent concept?
Ratherthan physical fear, it was the sense of impotence, which seemed todeepen with each week, of being unable to speak accuratelyof the very recent past when being leftwing in America, and forthat matter in Europe, was to be alive to the dilemmas of the day.